I burned the palms of both my hands yesterday.

I was feeling sort of domestic, so I decided to make some ham and cheese muffins. I preheated the oven, shredded some cheese, sliced some ham, and mixed up some batter. Once I had the muffin tins full, it was time to get a-bakin’! This is where I ran into my first problem – my oven is made for tiny. We actually have cute little half-size appliances, which means I can’t store or bake any large items. Two tins of muffin goo were not going to fit in the oven under any circumstances, so I decided to rearrange the racks and monitor the baking process. I put on my silicone half-gloves, grabbed the rack, and .. *sizzle*.

It should be pointed out that I am so awesome that I put the loaded muffin tins ON the rack before I tried to move them. I would have been fine with an empty rack, but the added weight of the muffin tray meant my finger-grip on the rack was dubious – this led to some crazy teetering, which I opted to correct with my unprotected lower hand area.

It HURTS. Burning the palms of your hand is entirely not endorsed by Delicious Juice Dot Com – all those nerve endings made for some wicked pain. I iced and soaked and whimpered for the better part of an hour, at which point I woke Ed up from his snoring and made him tend to my wounds. Extra strength drugs, ointments and gauze made it feel a little better, but overall it was not the best time I had ever had. More scars for my collection! Hooray!

I think I am coming down with something. Booooo at all my diseases and injuries.